"In terms of excellence, Yimo is a thousand times better than you. You've always seemed so close to him; it was all an act, wasn't it?" Zhong Lingling had never imagined someone could disguise their true self so completely.
So much so that she couldn't detect even the slightest hint or trace on a daily basis. Even her first impression of Xiang Aoran was that he was an especially gentle person, completely different from his brother Xiang Aofeng, who shared the same parents.
As it turned out, everyone knew how bad Xiang Aofeng was, so people were always guarded against him. But Xiang Aoran's malice, hidden deep in his bones, was a thousand times more terrifying than Xiang Aofeng's openly displayed evil!
She just couldn't understand how a normal man could have zero interest in women, in desires of the flesh.
When a man is not interested in women, he must have some obsession with something else, like power or fame, for instance.